Sword Sect Little Demon Child, Three and a Half Years Old and Extremely Fierce

I handed him the piece of ore with both hands:

"This is a specialty of the Demon Realm, a top-grade material for forging swords. Judging from your extraordinary bearing, Senior Brother, you must be a master swordsman!"

Zhao Youqian took the ore, examined it carefully, and his expression changed.

He clearly knows his stuff.

"This...is it really Netherworld Black Iron?"

I nodded earnestly: "Absolutely genuine! If Senior Brother Youqian were to buy this and forge a sword, he would definitely become the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world!"

Su Ning whispered from the side, "Junior sister, you've overdone it."

I do not care.

He continued, "And this ore also has beauty and skin-nourishing effects! Look at my senior brothers, how handsome they are, all of them forged with swords made of Netherworld Black Iron!"

The senior students: "…………"

Does our good looks have anything to do with swords?

Zhao Youqian was tempted.

I continued, "This piece of black iron is incredibly pure. I think only someone with discerning taste like Senior Brother Youqian deserves something so good!"

Zhao Youqian was so flattered he was dizzy: "Really?"

I nodded: "Of course! If you buy this Netherworld Black Iron, everyone will say, 'Look, Senior Brother Youqian has good taste; he recognized this as a good item at a glance!'"

Zhao Youqian hesitated and asked, "How much?"

I held up five fingers: "Five hundred mid-grade spirit stones!"

Suning: "Pfft!!!"

Yan Chuan: "Cough cough cough~~~"

Murong Zhuo: "Junior Sister, you..."

Gu Chenguang: "This is too..."

Zhao Youqian was also stunned.

But he did not refuse immediately.

Because there were already people watching this side.

Zhao Youqian: "You... this is only 150 next door!"

I cupped my face in my hands and looked at him: "But the purity of the other stall isn't this high. This piece looks like top-grade material from the core of the ore vein! Senior Brother, you're so rich, you can't possibly not even afford five hundred, can you?"

The tactic of provoking my father always works.

The same applies to Zhao Youqian.

Zhao Youqian blushed: "Who says I can't afford it! My family owns a mine, I'll buy it!"

He took out his money pouch, counted out five hundred mid-grade spirit stones, and threw them on the stall.

Then he picked up the Netherworld Iron and walked away triumphantly.

He took a couple of steps and then turned back: "I want all of this monster meat, iron ore, and spirit herbs! How much?"

Su Ning: "...Fifty low-grade spirit stones."

Zhao Youqian tossed out a money bag: "One hundred! Keep the change! Consider it a tip!"

Then, carrying that pile of "junk," he walked away with his head held high and chest puffed out.

As he walked, he said to his henchman, "See that? That's what you call class! The class of the rich!"

The lackeys fawned over him like crazy:

"Brother Zhao is so magnanimous!"

"Senior Brother Zhao will surely become the number one swordsman!"

Even after they had gone far away, the senior students were still in a daze.

Suning asked incredulously, "...Sold?"

Yan Chuan questioned his existence: "Is he stupid? He got tricked and he's still so happy?"

Murong Zhuo scoffed, "He's just trying to save face, thinking, 'I have money, so I'm giving it to you.'"

Gu Chenguang said indignantly, "But this kind of person just deserves to be taken advantage of."

Su Ning nodded: "Yeah, I'll come again next time and trick him again."

Yan Chuan chimed in, "Yeah, Junior Sister did a great job!"

Murong Zhuo said proudly, "Just a few words and Zhao Youqian has already handed over his money!"

Gu Chenguang had already taken out the account book:

—Street vending income:

——Netherworld Profound Iron: 500 mid-grade spirit stones.

— Clearance Sale: 100 low-grade spirit stones.

—Total: 500 medium-grade + 100 low-grade.

—Note: Thank you to Young Master Zhao for the cultivation fund.

Su Ning finally snapped out of her daze, looked down at me, and asked with a complicated expression, "Junior Sister, how did you know he would buy it?"

I replied matter-of-factly, "He said it himself, 'I'm very rich.'"

Yan Chuan: "You believe him just because he says he's rich?"

"It's not that I believe it," I corrected, "it's that he wants me to believe it."

I counted on my fingers: "Look, he wears the best clothes and accessories, which shows that he cares a lot about what others think of him as rich."

"He mocked us as soon as he arrived, which shows that he likes to be fawned over."

"His statement 'I won't fight with poor people' shows that he's actually afraid of fighting; he's just being stubborn."

"It's worse to tell someone like that they have no money in public than to kill them."

I shrugged: "That's why I said, you're so rich, you can't possibly not even come up with 500, right?"

"Of course he can produce it."

"And he has to take it out."

My fellow students listened quietly as I finished speaking.

Murong Zhuo murmured, "...So this is what they call 'precision targeting of customers'."

Gu Chenguang started a new line in the ledger:

——Junior Sister's talent for shrewd business: S-level.

I saw it, but I pretended not to.

Suddenly remembering something, I asked my senior brother, "By the way, why are people from the Qingyun Sect appearing on our territory?"

Su Ning explained, "Our sect is located at the center of various sects, and passersby will stop here to rest and trade. Moreover, the Heavenly Sword Sect has a protective formation, making it safer than the wilderness."

Yan Chuan added, "The main reason is that we don't need tolls here."

Murong Zhuo sighed: "We need manpower to collect tolls, and we don't have enough."

Gu Chenguang: "Furthermore, accepting money might lead to a fight, a fight might result in injuries, and injuries would require medical expenses..."

Me: "I understand."

They were poor, so they didn't even dare to collect tolls.

This is probably what happens when you're so poor you become a coward.

I silently noted this down.

When I become stronger.

When I can beat everyone.

At that time, there will be toll fees, management fees, sanitation fees, and air purification fees.

Not a single penny can be missing!

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The senior students were in high spirits after selling the ore.

They took me with them and we started a shopping spree at the market.

Suning, carrying two bags of rice, exclaimed, "This is cheap! I'll buy it!"

Yan Chuan, holding a bucket of oil, exclaimed, "This is cheap too! I'll buy it!"

Murong Zhuo, carrying a pink dress, exclaimed, "Junior Sister wants new clothes! Buy them!"

Gu Chenguang, holding a stack of papers and a box of pens, said, "Junior Sister wants to learn to read! Buy them!"

I held up the new dress, light pink, embroidered with little butterflies, it was very cute.

This is the first time I've had new clothes since leaving the Demon Realm.

It wasn't found.

It wasn't given to me by someone else.

It was bought specifically for me.

I hugged the clothes and grinned like an idiot the whole way.

After the shopping was completed, my senior classmates led me back home laden with purchases.

It was already evening when they returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

As the sun sets, golden sunlight spills onto the mountainside, casting a warm glow on the dark cave entrances.

My fellow disciples were busy organizing the things they had purchased, while I sat at the entrance of the cave, staring blankly at the setting sun.

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Chenguang walked over and handed me a piece of candy.

I took the candy; it was maltose, sweet. "I miss my senior brother."

Gu Chenguang sat down next to me: "Senior Brother is very strong, don't worry."

I nodded: "Yes."

But I'm still worried.

Mysterious Beast Ruins, danger level three.

Although the eldest brother is strong, what if something happens to him?

What if we encounter a powerful spirit beast? What if we encounter someone with ill intentions? What if...?

I shook my head, trying to banish the ominous thought.

Eat candy.

The sugar is very sweet.

But I still feel a little empty inside.

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night.

I can not sleep.

I rolled over.

I rolled over again.

Although I tricked Zhao Youqian out of 500 mid-grade and 100 low-grade items today.

But this amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for someone with a chaotic spiritual root like me.

I remembered that my senior brother took on a dangerous mission in order to buy me a Qi-Nourishing Pill.

I remembered how my fellow disciples set up stalls to sell junk in order to earn spirit stones.

I remembered my senior brother saying that after the elders learned that I had a Chaos Spiritual Root, they worked even harder to earn spirit stones.

I heard that the Grand Elder took on three extra jobs feeding spirit beasts at the Spirit Control Sect.

The Second Elder volunteered to work the night shift at Qingyun Sect.

The Third Elder swept two more streets in the Buddhist Zen sect...

Finally, I remembered the phrase Zhao Youqian used to curse me today: "poor bastard."

I don't care about being scolded.

I do care; what he said is true.

No.

I have to do something.